"Lost For Patience" lyrics
[Sample of Tobey Maguire:]
Grace?! You know how much I love you?!
You know what I-
Grace, do you know what I fuckin'-
You know what I can do with these?! Ah, fuck!
[Chillinit:]
Yeah, I lost my patience
I don't see me the point of fighting points to the pointless conversations
So, girl, straight to the point, why build love when the trust is tainted?
Back where I'm from, I don't need the love, yeah, I just need joints and a lots of blazin'
(Cash) that's guap I'm chasin'
I-I-I-I got funds I make, there's no us in trust
How can I trust you, girl? Can't trust my mates, wait, babe
This ain't the wordplay, punchline, girly, it's much too late
Stabbed in the back, yeah, I can't look back 'cause I ain't gon' let my son see my pain
I'd link in the park and numb my brain
Blow that sesh 'cause a man feels stress in life in a hundred ways
Protect and provide
The pressure to grind
Yeah, it's better that I trust my brain
Think back to the festival, back to the fear that I racked, was a hundred K
Ever since dreamin', I've stayed
Now I'm thinkin', "Fuck the fame"
Yeah, did I lose my way? Nah, maybe I lost more
I was in Hurstville, the M91, then straight out to Burwood and Concord
I don't play no stations, I got options, the exes: on pause
And my love's like chess, you can't play if the kings ain't on board
You best check your mate, switch up, test your brain
Life as a man gets tough, but I love that, maybe I'm fucked and blessed by pain
[?] when I made that track that was ready for the- ready for the pain
I was ready for a- ready for the- ready for the change
Any second, any day
Yeah, I lost my patience
I don't see me the point of fightin' the points of pointless conversations
So, girl, straight to the point, can't build love when the trust is tainted
And where I'm from, yeah, I don't need love, yeah, I just need joints, seen lots and lots and lots and lots of sh-
They say home where the heart is, so why is it hard at home?
Why do I fight when I love my girl? Yeah, maybe it feels like my heart's on broke
Maybe a father's gotta work harder, maybe the booth and the bars got flow
Maybe I still can't lie, late nights and my mind-state's right with the ganja smoke
I'm from the streets, girl, speak to me
My girl jump on a flight, spend a week with me, we fall in and we out like Alicia Keys
Jeez
I'm no better than no chance, girl love, so I get it with no hands
High on drugs, and I fight then fuck, I call that "the chemical romance"
Tell me, what's life cost?
How many times do I feel like a writer stuck with dementia? I lost my plot
How many times have I lost that vibe just to find my grind and to find my spot?
How many times has my babe seen rage? Nearly three-four days and my number's blocked like "What the fuck?"
Call up plugs and 'e drop mine off
Still got bros to whip up, Serene there and serve me one when the hotline pops
Still got boys doin' rock like hopscotch
Still got boys that'll fuck your bitch so quick, they don't even take those socks off
Rude boy, still got a three-point-five in a three-point-five, it was dropped off
I'm still lost in safaris, check, check
I done lost my patience
I don't see me the point of fightin' points to the pointless conversations
So, girl, straight to the point, can't build love when the trust is tainted
Where I'm from, yeah, I don't need love, yeah, I just need joints and a lots o' blazin'
Lots and lots and lots of
Yeah, I lost my patience
I don't see me the point of fightin' the points of pointless conversations
So, girl, straight to the point, can't build love when the trust is tainted
And where I'm from, yeah, I don't need love, yeah, I just need joints, seen lots and lots and lots and lots of
Grace?! You know how much I love you?!
You know what I-
Grace, do you know what I fuckin'-
You know what I can do with these?! Ah, fuck!
[Chillinit:]
Yeah, I lost my patience
I don't see me the point of fighting points to the pointless conversations
So, girl, straight to the point, why build love when the trust is tainted?
Back where I'm from, I don't need the love, yeah, I just need joints and a lots of blazin'
(Cash) that's guap I'm chasin'
I-I-I-I got funds I make, there's no us in trust
How can I trust you, girl? Can't trust my mates, wait, babe
This ain't the wordplay, punchline, girly, it's much too late
Stabbed in the back, yeah, I can't look back 'cause I ain't gon' let my son see my pain
I'd link in the park and numb my brain
Blow that sesh 'cause a man feels stress in life in a hundred ways
Protect and provide
The pressure to grind
Yeah, it's better that I trust my brain
Think back to the festival, back to the fear that I racked, was a hundred K
Ever since dreamin', I've stayed
Now I'm thinkin', "Fuck the fame"
Yeah, did I lose my way? Nah, maybe I lost more
I was in Hurstville, the M91, then straight out to Burwood and Concord
I don't play no stations, I got options, the exes: on pause
And my love's like chess, you can't play if the kings ain't on board
You best check your mate, switch up, test your brain
Life as a man gets tough, but I love that, maybe I'm fucked and blessed by pain
[?] when I made that track that was ready for the- ready for the pain
I was ready for a- ready for the- ready for the change
Any second, any day
Yeah, I lost my patience
I don't see me the point of fightin' the points of pointless conversations
So, girl, straight to the point, can't build love when the trust is tainted
And where I'm from, yeah, I don't need love, yeah, I just need joints, seen lots and lots and lots and lots of sh-
They say home where the heart is, so why is it hard at home?
Why do I fight when I love my girl? Yeah, maybe it feels like my heart's on broke
Maybe a father's gotta work harder, maybe the booth and the bars got flow
Maybe I still can't lie, late nights and my mind-state's right with the ganja smoke
I'm from the streets, girl, speak to me
My girl jump on a flight, spend a week with me, we fall in and we out like Alicia Keys
Jeez
I'm no better than no chance, girl love, so I get it with no hands
High on drugs, and I fight then fuck, I call that "the chemical romance"
Tell me, what's life cost?
How many times do I feel like a writer stuck with dementia? I lost my plot
How many times have I lost that vibe just to find my grind and to find my spot?
How many times has my babe seen rage? Nearly three-four days and my number's blocked like "What the fuck?"
Call up plugs and 'e drop mine off
Still got bros to whip up, Serene there and serve me one when the hotline pops
Still got boys doin' rock like hopscotch
Still got boys that'll fuck your bitch so quick, they don't even take those socks off
Rude boy, still got a three-point-five in a three-point-five, it was dropped off
I'm still lost in safaris, check, check
I done lost my patience
I don't see me the point of fightin' points to the pointless conversations
So, girl, straight to the point, can't build love when the trust is tainted
Where I'm from, yeah, I don't need love, yeah, I just need joints and a lots o' blazin'
Lots and lots and lots of
Yeah, I lost my patience
I don't see me the point of fightin' the points of pointless conversations
So, girl, straight to the point, can't build love when the trust is tainted
And where I'm from, yeah, I don't need love, yeah, I just need joints, seen lots and lots and lots and lots of
